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blossoms crescendo

woodwinds swelling pink and white-

Jefferson conducts
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(03-21-2021, 12:57 AM)Mark A Becker Wrote:  DC

blossoms crescendo

woodwinds swelling pink and white-

Jefferson conducts

A nice postcard from the First of Spring (northern hemisphere).  I trip over "woodwinds" because I see a clarinet first rather than the whole section (especially bassoons, very sapling-like).  And Jefferson in his memorial has his hands down... but those images aside, it's a fine concept when you connect conducting with the title.
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I get stuck on jefferson, with the musical notes my first idea is jefferson airplane and starship but that doesn't feel right, and even though our fore father's were brilliant in multiple things I've never associated Thomas jefferson with music. DC to me has so many political association s I can't soften it in musicality and am just lost in meaning all around. I could sit on it though, thanks for sharing
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Hello-
Thank you both for reading and commenting.

I worked in downtown DC for 18 years, and I drove by the Tidal Basin and Jefferson memorial many times, at the break of dawn, when the cherry blossoms were at their peak. Sometimes I would get out of my car just to stand there looking across the Basin at Jefferson, among the glorious blossoms.  Other than a stray jogger, photographer, painter, or gardeners, it was just me. Just me, standing in the sublime silence of that majestic scene.

For those few moments, Jefferson was not a statue, DC was not the nexus of political power, I was not a cog in the daily machination...  I was a transfixed witness to the sublime, standing within the presence of virtuoso musicians as their symphony swelled over the still waters of the Tidal Basin.  I was invited to participate in the rapture of creation...  For those few moments, I could barely hold back tears, as I stood among the surging beauty, the uplifting music of spring.

I can only hope, that one day, if you ever visit DC, you may have such an honor.  If not, find it in the places that you live: that power, that glory, that reassurance of the fleeting beauty of life.  

I sincerely wish it for you,
Mark
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"a stray jogger, photographer, painter, or gardeners, it was just me. Just me, standing in the sublime silence of that majestic scene."

The first sentence sounds like a description of every woman I've ever wanted to date. The second sentence is the way I am all the time.

The glory of being a bum doesn't register with most of the other bums I know. And the stray jogger in yoga pants, she's never stray. Not even in my imagination, to be honest.

I've said it before, in a comment only fit for The Sewer, some of these statues, all of them really, when you come across them in certain scenes, give you a special feeling. They do it for you, no matter who the statue is of. And if you know who the statue is of, even if you know little, or don't like what you know, it can still affect the scene in a good and powerful way. That's how I've experienced the situations.

And Washington DC is, or was, I haven't been there lately, a garden of statues. Coming across one in the middle of the night, when you're just stopping over for the night. And you come across a little area with a statue of someone or another. It, for me, makes a good feeling.
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Hey rowens-

There was also the occasional stray dog, and the ever present cat-sized rats.  I'm old enough to be clear eyed and more than a bit crusty, which is probably why these fleeting scenes of sublime beauty strike me so intensely. 

While I try to resist my baser instincts I must confess to being just another dog, at heart, which is why I wrote this song (1st stanza), and I dedicate it to you:

I'm a dog for you baby
a big dog for you
I'm dog for you bably
a bad dog for you

I'm on a short leash
but I know how to stretch it
you say "ball"
and I love to fetch it
I wanna dig a hole
ya make it so hard
wanna bury my bone
in yer backyard

Yowwwl... woof woof woof !!!

I'm a dog for you baby
a big dog for you
I'm dog for you bably
a bad dog for you

(... and so on...)
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That would make you, etymologically, a Cynic.
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Hey Mark, I received it like this...

The Good: Glorious image
The Bad: I can't get my head around "woodwinds" - That's likely my bad, not yours.
The Ugly: The side of me that thinks the title is cheating.

Lovely, compact writing Mark.
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Hey Paul-

I almost never title haiku type poems, but now that I've done it I can't take it back. "DC" is a pretty shitty title, and it can't help but produce reactions that I should've predicted. For those of us who were born in DC, and still live in the area, it is a much, much different place than the one that occupies the imaginations of so many people. You are quite right that the title is cheating, and it was a mistake.

Regarding "woodwinds"- language conveys different different images within peoples' minds. Having played in a woodwind section, it definitely swayed my word choice. I say this, not to defend or explain my poem, but to indicate that I certainly understand that words that are clear in the mind of a writer are not always so clear to the reader. That is the chance that we all take in this thing called poetry, and the shorter the poem, the more risk every word presents. The demands of the short form are probably why I like it so much.

As always, I appreciate your honesty, and take it constructively.

Thanks for reading and commenting,
Mark
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